CAUGHT IN THE CONSCIOUSNESS

Curious are the occasions you come into consciousness, like colours caught out of season, without a reason you slip in between the solace to accentuate the silence,the stillness and the distance.Curious are the occasions you come into consciousness,like lyrics lostto their line, withoutreason or rhyme, you are minethrough the miles, a millionsmiles emerging for time to divide, derail and deride.

Curious are the occasionsyou come into consciousness,like a photo forgottenthen found as if to remind,to rebound on possibilitiespondered, attachments attempted and those connections long cemented.

Curious are the occasions you come into consciousness,like a hold that can be held in hindsight, and suddenlythere is kindness in the placeof confusion, comfortin the place of exclusion,hope in between the illusion…